The weasel-woman also knew the danger and dared not move further.
Her body flickered, dodging to the side.
My uncle and I both missed our attacks.
However, we did not immediately pursue the weasel-woman.
Instead, we quickly knelt to check Chen Yao's injuries.
"Chen Yao!"
"Miss!"
Chen Yao endured the pain without a sound.
Instead, she smiled faintly and said, "I, I'm fine!"
But Old Mo, whom she had shielded, was dumbfounded.
He remained frozen in place.
Perhaps he couldn't imagine why Chen Yao would risk her life to save him.
Without a word, my uncle tore off a sleeve from his robe, using it as padding for Chen Yao's wound to staunch the bleeding.
"Miss, I will remember your kindness in saving my disciple," he said.
Then, he signaled for me to hold the cloth in place to stop Chen Yao's bleeding.
Meanwhile, the weasel-woman, having dodged, was now five meters away.
But at this moment, she suddenly screamed in terror.
"Ah, ah, this, what kind of blood is this..."
Amidst her screams, she raised her right claw. On it, she saw bloodstains.
The blood dripped down her claw, little by little.
With every drop that fell, her claw seemed to corrode.
A "sizzling" sound emerged, accompanied by wisps of green smoke...
Seeing this, I was also startled.
Previously, when dealing with Rat Thirty-Two, I had used Chen Yao's fingertip blood.
Chen Yao's blood was indeed rather unusual.
But the moment I thought this, I dismissed the idea.
It wasn't just unusual; it was utterly unique.
Because, after the weasel-woman's terrified screams,
Her claw, stained with Chen Yao's blood, inexplicably burst into an invisible ghostly flame.
The flame followed Chen Yao's blood, burning on the weasel-woman's claw.
The weasel-woman cried out in agony, "Aow, what is this, what kind of blood is this..."
She was terrified and in immense pain, continuously swatting at her flaming claw.
But it was no use; the flames would not extinguish.
My uncle, who had stood up, said with a cold expression,
"This is Pure Yang Human Fire, Heavenly Gang Qi. It specializes in burning spirits like you from the netherworld!"
"Ah, Heavenly Gang Human Fire? This, this girl, is, is of Heavenly Gang Fire destiny?"
The weasel-woman stammered, looking at the injured Chen Yao with disbelief.
Hearing this, I was also somewhat surprised.
Although I had suspected earlier that Chen Yao's blood was unusual,
I hadn't expected it to be so extraordinary.
No wonder my uncle had practically begged Chen Yao to study Taoism with him.
It turned out Chen Yao had such a special fate, a Heavenly Gang Fire destiny.
Just hearing the name suggested it was out of the ordinary, and of a very powerful kind.
Completely different from mine, a Yin-attracting destiny, one that ghosts craved.
People with her destiny, I reckoned, must be feared by ghosts.
As I pondered this,
Old Mo had regained his senses and said apologetically,
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry Chen Yao, it's all my fault, it's all my fault..."
As he spoke, he also used his trembling hands to press on the bleeding wound on her back.
But Chen Yao shook her head and acted as if nothing had happened:
"It's just a little bleeding, no need to say sorry.
I'm a nurse, it's my duty to save people.
Just like you are Taoist priests and catch ghosts, it's your duty.
Besides, could I stand by and watch that monster smash your head under my nose?
I've only injured my back, and a few stitches will fix it when we get back.
Alright, alright, don't look at me like you're sending me off to my funeral..."
After speaking, Chen Yao smiled, revealing her small canine teeth.
She even reached out and patted Old Mo's shoulder.
Old Mo and I stared, stunned.
This girl's values were truly upright.
Her personality and mindset were exceptional!
While we were still in a daze,
My uncle, brandishing the copper coin sword, charged at the weasel-woman.
The weasel-woman, her hand burned by Chen Yao's blood, cried out in pain.
Now seeing my uncle attack, she could only dodge repeatedly.
But how could she dodge now?
Within three moves, my uncle seized an opportunity.
My uncle raised his sword and slashed down fiercely:
"Die!"
As my uncle roared,
The copper coin sword whistled down.
The weasel-woman's body was instantly split in two.
With a "boom," it exploded,
Transforming into wisps of black mist...
As this black mist appeared, all of us widened our eyes.
Fearing that the weasel-woman's ghost would re-manifest.
But after watching for a while,
There were no further anomalies, and the malevolent aura in the room gradually dissipated.
Finally, we let out a long sigh of relief.
"Finally dead!"
Old Mo exclaimed.
I looked around and nodded:
"This time, she's truly scattered into dust."
My uncle surveyed the surroundings and relaxed his guard.
He turned and urgently said to the two of us,
"What are you two still standing around for? Hurry and take Miss Chen Yao for treatment!"
Old Mo and I nodded repeatedly upon hearing this.
We then pressed on Chen Yao's back wound and helped her up.
Then we walked out, but we didn't notice.
As soon as we moved, the weasel-woman's carcass, riddled with bloody holes and its eyes wide in a death glare, emitted a wisp of black smoke from its mouth...